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THE:ELITE:JOURNAL.
BLOOMINGTON, ILL., NOV. 23, 1888. No. VI.
isee a eous.
TWO SUMMERS WITH THE LOWLY.
PROF. CHARLES M MOSS.
PROVIDENCE directed us so, we sincerely
believe. Under that kindly direction we (it
is a family in this case) found ourselves har-bored
in the quiet and quaint cottage of a
Scandinavian family in the north of Wiscon-sin.
For water, without which a summer of
rest is out of the question, we had a small
bay off Green Bay, the location and surface
of which answer fairly well to Virgil's "sweet
waters are silent, and where the broken ships
might rest." For scenery, there were bluffs,
and islands, and hills, with other land accom-paniments,
and in the heavens, by morning
and evening, such glories as only God can
paint across a hundred miles of sky. And
what shall we say of that translucent air, fil-tered
through forests, washed by contact with
the tumbling waters, saturated with sunlight,
and blown into our faces from over those
hills? Indeed, why are not our lungs large
enough to hold that healing breath in unlim-ited
quantities? A few weeks of this regi-men
rejuvenates weary brain and wasted
tissues, makes you an Indian in color, and
gives you an appetite that civilization frowns
upon because your desires are so regardless
of the sanctities of quantity.
Over our ship's prow, as we enter the lit-tle
bay, we see off there a small hamlet of
twenty houbes. Two churches are visible,
too. How immalculately white they all ap-pear!
We land, walk half a mile, climb i
bluff, enter a house, immaculately white.
In this town, at least, cleanliness and Godli-ness
must dwell together. And what a pro-cession
of sunbrowned people we met!
They tell us that none are sick here, and few
die. One-half like heaven, it seems. We do
not wonder, for these winds, uncontaminated
by any thing but the sweet orders of the
woods, should mummify every thing. These
old men and women are busy, too; the latter
knitting as they walk along. We can find
something for them to do, for a woman's work
is never done. But it requires some faith,
and a summer's stay to ind out that anything
can possibly be found to be done by men,
where forests long since were swept away,
where a shovelful of earth can only be dis-covered
by carting away a load of stones.
But industry taught in Europe and enforced
here by the necessity of living, and gradu-ated
from the school of laborious poverty in
both countries, finds " something to do," even
on these inhospitable, refractory roads in
summer; yea, in a winter cold enough to
delight an Esquimaux. They go knee-deep
in snow to cut wood, which the commission
men may pile nine feet long to the cord, for
them. Schooners come in after this freight,
and must be loaded. And actually there are
some " farms" back yonder in the interior,
each acre warranted to produce, with care, as
much as a city garden should in Illinois
Or, in winter you can go out ten miles on the
ice, and in a week catch a few dollars worth of
fish, provided you are proof against cold.
Very well. Ten dollars is enough if you know
how to support a family upon it, and do not
want half a dollar more. " Conformity to
environment" suffice here in lieu of Con-gressional
acts, whereby we are helped
VOL. II.

THE:ELITE:JOURNAL.
BLOOMINGTON, ILL., NOV. 23, 1888. No. VI.
isee a eous.
TWO SUMMERS WITH THE LOWLY.
PROF. CHARLES M MOSS.
PROVIDENCE directed us so, we sincerely
believe. Under that kindly direction we (it
is a family in this case) found ourselves har-bored
in the quiet and quaint cottage of a
Scandinavian family in the north of Wiscon-sin.
For water, without which a summer of
rest is out of the question, we had a small
bay off Green Bay, the location and surface
of which answer fairly well to Virgil's "sweet
waters are silent, and where the broken ships
might rest." For scenery, there were bluffs,
and islands, and hills, with other land accom-paniments,
and in the heavens, by morning
and evening, such glories as only God can
paint across a hundred miles of sky. And
what shall we say of that translucent air, fil-tered
through forests, washed by contact with
the tumbling waters, saturated with sunlight,
and blown into our faces from over those
hills? Indeed, why are not our lungs large
enough to hold that healing breath in unlim-ited
quantities? A few weeks of this regi-men
rejuvenates weary brain and wasted
tissues, makes you an Indian in color, and
gives you an appetite that civilization frowns
upon because your desires are so regardless
of the sanctities of quantity.
Over our ship's prow, as we enter the lit-tle
bay, we see off there a small hamlet of
twenty houbes. Two churches are visible,
too. How immalculately white they all ap-pear!
We land, walk half a mile, climb i
bluff, enter a house, immaculately white.
In this town, at least, cleanliness and Godli-ness
must dwell together. And what a pro-cession
of sunbrowned people we met!
They tell us that none are sick here, and few
die. One-half like heaven, it seems. We do
not wonder, for these winds, uncontaminated
by any thing but the sweet orders of the
woods, should mummify every thing. These
old men and women are busy, too; the latter
knitting as they walk along. We can find
something for them to do, for a woman's work
is never done. But it requires some faith,
and a summer's stay to ind out that anything
can possibly be found to be done by men,
where forests long since were swept away,
where a shovelful of earth can only be dis-covered
by carting away a load of stones.
But industry taught in Europe and enforced
here by the necessity of living, and gradu-ated
from the school of laborious poverty in
both countries, finds " something to do," even
on these inhospitable, refractory roads in
summer; yea, in a winter cold enough to
delight an Esquimaux. They go knee-deep
in snow to cut wood, which the commission
men may pile nine feet long to the cord, for
them. Schooners come in after this freight,
and must be loaded. And actually there are
some " farms" back yonder in the interior,
each acre warranted to produce, with care, as
much as a city garden should in Illinois
Or, in winter you can go out ten miles on the
ice, and in a week catch a few dollars worth of
fish, provided you are proof against cold.
Very well. Ten dollars is enough if you know
how to support a family upon it, and do not
want half a dollar more. " Conformity to
environment" suffice here in lieu of Con-gressional
acts, whereby we are helped
VOL. II.